“What on Earth happened here?” Mark asked as he walked into the living room and saw the floor strewn with autumnal leaves.
“Yes, sorry.” Helen shook her head. She was on her knees in the middle of the living room, orange and red leaves sprouting from her fisted hands. “I picked them all up at the park for school tomorrow, but the black bag burst and well, you can see what happened.”
“Need a hand?”
“Oh, yes please, love.” Helen grinned as her husband hung up his coat.
“What are you going to do with all these at school, then?” Mark asked as he grabbed a handful of crinkly leaves.
“You’re definitely not a teacher are you?” Helen rolled her eyes. “They’ll be made into collages.”
“Oh.” Mark looked puzzled.
“They’ll glue them onto paper and make a picture.” Helen was used to explaining things in simple terms; she’d been a reception teacher for several years and found her training often helped when talking to her husband.
“Well, of course I knew that. Ouch, what the?”
“Ahhh, you found one of the horse chestnuts, then.”
“That’s not a damn conker,” he hissed and pointed at the green spiky ball.
“No, but there’s a conker inside it.”
“How are the kids going to stick that?”
“It’s for a display, love,” Helen explained, dropping the mace-like ball into the bag. she reached out to stroke her husbands arm. “I’m a big fan of horse chestnuts.”
Mark smiled, leaning over to kiss his wife. “Yes, they’ve always been my favourite tree. But, do you mean we made out under a tree with those damn things hanging above our heads?”
“Well, we did much more than just make out, love, but yes. As you fucked me in the crispy leaves, those things were hanging above our writhing bodies.”
“God, Helen, you have such a way with words.”
He lunged forward, pushed his wife back with a squeal into the crunchy leaves. His lips found hers and they kissed hard.
“That was good,” Helen panted, when he let her breathe, “but we need to tidy these leaves up. We’ve got Mum coming over for tea in an hour or so.”
“Oh hush, woman.” Mark held his wife’s hands above her head. “We’ve got ages and I want to make a collage.”
Helen looked confused as her husband lifted her top and eased it up and over her head, revealing her bra and the large apples trapped inside. He slipped her trousers down and off her legs, along with her knickers. It left her exposed, the crinkly edges of the leaves prickled her skin.
He rolled her to her side and unsnapped her bra, then pressed her gently back to the floor. The leaves rustled as she settled, almost masking the deep growl that escaped Mark’s lips as he surveyed his wife’s naked body.
He picked up a red leaf, long and classically shaped, and laid it on her rounded stomach, like an arrow pointing down. He then picked up two yellow hand-shaped leaves, large and bright. He laid these gently over his wife’s budding breasts. The soft touch made Helen gasp with need. He filled in the rest of her skin with leaves of varying size and shape. He found a leaf skeleton, fragile and see- through and placed it over Helen’s pussy.
“That’s gorgeous,” he said, “but there’s something missing.”
He picked up a shiny brown conker and shifted the arrow leaf on her stomach down a bit further before popping the brown nut into the dip of her belly button.
“That’s cold,” Helen exclaimed.
“Hush, you. Canvasses don’t speak.” Helen went quiet. She always enjoyed it when her husband was dominant; she just wished he’d hurry up and fuck her. Her need was growing, but she was also painfully aware that her mother was due soon.
“Still not right,” he muttered and sifted through the leaves around him. “Ah ha.” He picked up a spiky ball, and smiled wickedly down on Helen from between her spread thighs. She gasped as he laid it on her neck and rolled it down over her leaf covered flesh. He watched as the leaves shifted and moved under the motion of the Horse Chestnut pod. He listened intently to the gasps and moans of his wife as he ran it over her nipples, down her stomach and over her thighs.
“Perfect,” he gulped, discarding the pod and gently lifting the leaf that barely covered her creamy slit. With one simple motion he unbuttoned his trousers and his engorged cock popped out. He wasted no time. Inching forward, he pressed his cock into her soft, fleshy cunt and moaned in ecstasy.
“Oh, yes,” Helen moaned, the leaves crunching beneath her. She remembered the first day they met, which was also the first time they fucked. The autumn leaves lay around them that day as he filled her, the scent of fertile earth filled her nostrils and she ended up with grass stains on her skirt and dirt under her nails afterwards.
Her body shook as he entered her, shivering with pleasure from the very first thrust. Leaves cascaded down from her body as he humped hard and fast, grunting and rubbing her through the leaves. The carpet beneath burned against her buttocks and back, the pain adding to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
“I love you,” he gasped as he thrust, knowing that no amount of self-control was going to stop him from coming.
“I love you, too,” she groaned as she felt his cock contract, then expand as he pumped his pleasure into her. He lifted up and tucked his cock back into his pants.
“I need to come,” she gasped, trailing a finger down her body to her cream-filled cunt.
“Slut,” he gasped, watching her fingers pump inside of her then lift to her clit. She massaged in a circular motion. With each complete circle she wound tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, come for me,” Mark hissed.
“Yes,” Helen cried as she spread her thighs wider.
“Let me see you come, you fucking slut, writhing in the grass in the park. Anyone could walk past at any moment. You don’t care though, do you? You just need to come.”
Helen came. She screamed as she exploded, her mind filled with the image Mark had created of her wanking in the park, people walking past. She was a slut and oh, she loved it.
She opened her eyes and Mark was on his knees picking up the leaves and stuffing them in a bag.
“Come on, you. Your Mum will be here soon.”
Helen laughed and grabbed a handful of leaves.
“I don’t think I can let the kids use these now,” she said and Mark replied.
“Oh, I’ll use them. Put them in the toy box in our bedroom.” His eyes danced with lust and humour and Helen’s heart leapt.
“Yes, boss,” she replied and continued stuffing leaves into the bag, the scent of autumn on her fingers.
